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He chuckled. “Trust me, nothing about you is stealthy.” His eyes sparkled. “But I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
My chest warmed. “Ditto, sugar.”
He rolled his eyes. “Again with the sugar.”
“Again with the sweetness,” I teased back.
He smiled at me, one of those special smiles that I’d told him were just as good as sex—and it must be true, because damn, it hit me right in the solar plexus.
He closed his eyes, tugging me closer and curling us into a comfortable position. “Sleep,” he murmured softly.
And like all the other orders Declan had murmured into my ear, I obeyed.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Declan
The first thingI noticed when I woke was the warmth along my front. Then the tickle of hair against my nose.
A sigh…that wasn’t mine.
My heart stuttered. Amanwas in my bed.
That hadn’t happened in six years.
I opened my eyes to confirm what I already knew. Yep. There Cash was, his back to me, his body curled up, and my body spooned right around his, my arms holding him tight, as if I didn’t want to allow even an inch of space between us.
I buried my nose in the hair at the nape of his neck and breathed in, my eyes stinging. I’d picked the worst possible time to invite a man into my bed, but here we were. I wouldn’t take it back. But I also didn’t know how to make our timing any better.
Cash stirred in my arms. “Time to get up?”
I pressed a kiss behind his ear. “Not yet.”
He turned in my arms and nuzzled into my neck. He stroked a hand down my side to cup my ass. “So, what are your plans for the day?”
There was an unasked question in his body language, one that said he’d be up for more sex, but I wasn’t in the right headspace. I kissed the tip of his nose. “I’ve got to head out to the garden, then pick up some breakfast for the guests.”
“Okay.”
“But Cash, last night…”
“I hope you don’t regret it.”
“No. I could never do that.” I cupped his face and brushed a soft kiss to his lips, keeping it brief. “I’m glad you’re here this morning. I haven’t woken like this…in a long time.”
“I haven’t either.”
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical, but he shrugged a shoulder. “It’s all relative, right? Even when I was sleeping around more, I was waking up with a stranger. This isn’t the same, Declan. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” I ran a hand through his hair, reveling in the touch that I’d been missing for so long. Even with my last partners, I’d started avoiding too much affection in case it led to sexual overtures. But Cash never pushed, always waited for me to lead the way.
Maybe things really could be different with him. But only if I found a way to stay.
“Sleep some more if you want. It’s still early.”
“Maybe,” he murmured, his eyes already slipping closed.
I watched him for a moment, still reeling to have a man in my bed. I shouldn’t want him there, all tousled and naked in my personal space, and yet, I did.
